“What is Living In India?
Living in India is a new community 'blogzine' produced by a cooperative of bloggers and writers with a focus on India. It is being developed in conjunction with the team behind Living in China.
A blog (short for weblog) is a web page made up of frequently updated and chronological posts . The content and purposes of blogs varies greatly from links and commentary about other web sites, to news, personal diaries, photography and mini-essays.
Bloggers provide alternative voices to mainstream media. This site aims to showcase the wide variety of opinions and experiences of people living in and writing about this large and important nation.
Content is a combination of original material and syndicated 'RSS Feeds' from our ever-growing network of participating blogs.
We invite all bloggers from India and beyond to participate.
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Living In India // About Us.
Interesting. Let us see how it evolves.
“Call it an emergency rescue by the Indian Army.
Tired of a sports infrastructure that has only managed three medals in the last six Olympics, the Army has launched Operation Olympics to win laurels for the country.
The reason why is not far to seek.
India's Olympic haul, in the period 1980 to 2000, reads: Gold in hockey at the 1980 Moscow Games; bronze in tennis for Leander Paes at the 1996 Atlanta Games; and bronze in women's weightlifting for Karnam Malleshwari at the Sydney Games.
The prognosis is equally bleak if you judge by the activities of various sports associations in the country. The Indian Olympic Association, for instance, lists 24 objectives in its official charter — winning a medal is not one of them.
The IOA's official web site goes into elaborate detail about its functions, members, duties, and definitions; it is, however, silent on the goals it has set for its athletes, the progress it is making towards an Olympic medal.”
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“And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.”
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There was a time when I used to write poetry. It was a long time back, during my college days.
Vignesh was one of the very few who has read them. ( He used to write quite a lot of them as well .. )
After aimlessly wandering on the web for a while, I chanced upon the above poems by neruda. I remember getting inspired when I read those words on a lazy sunday afternoon in the balcony of my Trivandrum home.
Some moments do stay back as memories for you to savour.
“The most gripping account of the Iraq conflict came from a web diarist known as the Baghdad Blogger. But no one knew his identity - or even if he existed. Rory McCarthy finally tracked him down, and found a quietly spoken, 29-year-old architect. From next week he will write fortnightly in G2”
Salam's story